Ryder

Four. Four assholes tried to kill us.

I waited until the thumping steps of my wife faded did I walk to the wall beside her bedroom door. My shoe's already soaked with my blood and my leg hurt like a motherfucker. Thank God it was only a flesh wound.

The scuffling continued. They scattered, two probably went in the kitchen, one stayed in the living room, and the unluckiest walking to where I was.

I waited.

Breathe in. Out. In. Out.

The door opened and ...